The Fourth Movement: The Fake Dragon Plays with the Phoenix

  After Yi Han left, the two returned to the house. Ning Jian coldly said: "Young Master, that man was so rude to you, do you want me to go kill him in the middle of the night?"

  Ning Xiang finally lifted his head, with only a faint flush on his face, but no sign of intoxication, and his eyes were clear.

  Ning Xiang smiled and said, "This Yihanshan country bumpkin is also a fun person." However, her face turned cold and she said, "But he deliberately insulted my chastity, this point is unforgivable".

  Jian Ning looked puzzled, and Ning Xiang said with a smile: "He already knows I'm a girl. Although I may not be as good at dealing with men as my sister, the lust in his eyes just now was unmistakable. That's the kind of look only men give to women."

  Ning Jian was shocked, "Why did that young master let him off so lightly and not allow me to kill him with one sword?"

  "Because of his eyes, and just now in the control of the situation, he was cunning, clever, knew when to stop, this is exactly the kind of talent I need most. A lustful person with weaknesses is someone I can grasp control over."

  Ning Jian said: "Young Master, is it kill or not kill?"

  "Didn't you understand what I said? Of course, he's going to keep his life, but today's matter isn't that easy to let him off cheaply." Ning Xiang's face revealed a hint of mysterious smile. My good sister, I've gotten you into trouble again.

  Ning Xiang smiled slightly and said, "I'm tired, help me rest."

  Ning Jian helped Ning Xiang to the bedside, undressed him, and revealed a set of white undergarments. He then removed Ning Xiang's inner garments, exposing skin as fair and smooth as jade, like that of a woman.

  A slender and delicate waist, long and slender lotus arms, a white and weak neck, under the narrow shoulders, a red long cloth tightly wrapped around the prominent chest.

  Yi Han's guess was correct, and Ning Xiang was indeed a woman. Ning Jian wanted to take action to untie the red cloth, but Ning Xiang refused, saying: "I'll do this myself. Let's sit down and chat." She then pulled Ning Jian to sit beside her on the bed.

  Ning Xiang's slender hand slipped down to Ning Jian's chest, unbuttoned his outer garment, revealing a wrapped chest similar to Ning Xiang's. Ning Xiang pressed heavily on Ning Jian's chest and said: "Swordswoman, why do women have to grow these troublesome things?"

  With a light swipe of her fingernail, the cloth strips wrapped around her broke apart with a ripping sound, falling to the ground in shreds. The small white (breasts) that had been constrained suddenly popped out. Ning Xiang's fingertips lightly brushed against the flat abdomen of the swordswoman, arriving at the towering "meat mountain" above, and began to knead forcefully. As Ning Xiang kneaded her, the swordswoman's breathing gradually quickened, her face flushing red, her icy eyes growing hazy, becoming like a mournful spirit, like tears about to fall. She was the ruthless killer of the Ning family, but under Miss's skillful hands, she had transformed into a weak and gentle woman.

  Sensitive and injured, she let out a soft moan, Ning Xiang gently blew a breath into the swordswoman's ear and smiled: "How is it, do you feel anything?" The swordswoman replied weakly: "Yes, miss, please be gentle."

  Ning Xiang laughed and said: "How can this be? I should be the one in charge"

  The swordswoman's jade face suddenly turned red like charcoal, her big watery eyes gazing at Ning Xiang in a daze, without any hint of her killer nature.

  Ning Xiang's hands moved quickly, the swordswoman's breathing became urgent, her moans were weak and voiceless, her body trembled incessantly, and it took a long time to calm down.

  Fingers under the lamp were glowing red, at this moment Ning Xiang was already smiling and had fallen asleep.

  The next morning, Yi Han went out for a stroll. The land of Jiangnan was indeed prosperous and beautiful, with streets filled with people coming and going, the scenery was like a painting, bustling with activity, what a lively scene.

  In this Jiangnan, there are many artistic courtesans, and the atmosphere is relatively open. On the streets, beauties are as numerous as clouds. The delicate skin of these young ladies from good families, their gentle and affectionate eyes... it's a pleasure to behold! However, every time I try to strike up a conversation, I end in failure. It seems that the problem lies with my own attire.

  He walked into a tastefully decorated clothing and accessories store, where several women were selecting clothes. Suddenly, Yi Han, a rustic-looking man with tattered clothes and a silly grin on his face, appeared, sending chills down people's spines, and in no time at all, he scared away the ladies.

  The boss looked at the departing girls with a bitter face and then stared viciously at the culprit.

  Yi Han calmly took out a silver note and waved it in front of the boss, who swallowed his vicious words that were already on the tip of his tongue. The boss then said enthusiastically: "Young master, please take a look."

  Yi Han nodded and began to select shirts, the boss followed behind him, introducing each type of shirt as they walked, afraid that the silver note in Yi Han's hand would fly away.

  "Sir, is there a shirt you like? If so, try it on."

  Yi Han shook his head and didn't respond.

  The boss was anxious, looking at the young master's handwriting, he was a rich man. Looking at his clothes again, did he like strange tastes? "Young master, our store's clothes are all the most popular now, many talented young masters often come to our store to patronize, tonight is the Qinhuai Lantern Festival, why not choose one?"

  "Boss, do you have clothes for women?"

  The boss was taken aback and pointed around, "Aren't these all women's clothes?"

  Yi Han's face broke into a mysterious smile, "I'm talking about special clothes."

  The boss's mind turned around and immediately understood what Yihanshan was referring to. He asked bluntly, "Does the young master want to wear it himself?"

  Yi Han's face turned cold, and he waved the silver bill in his hand. "Boss, are you still going to do business?"

  The boss hastily apologized: "Sorry, sir, I made a mistake just now. You want to give some away, right? We have many, all of them are new and stylish."

  "Lead the way."

  "Alright, I'll arrange that for you. Those things are in the inner room, usually taken care of by the mistress," said the boss. Yihanshan couldn't help but know what he meant, as women's private clothing were usually placed in the inner room.

  The boss gave an order inside the house, and a middle-aged woman's voice responded with a sentence.

  The indoor lighting is somewhat dim, with only a small lamp, various styles of bras and belly-baring tops hanging all over the house, in bright colors and fiery designs. Some of these tops are just a piece of cloth that barely covers the breasts, while those shorts are so thin they're like gauze and transparent to boot - wearing them is almost like not wearing anything at all. And the styles of those shorts are something I've never seen before - not the usual long pants, but short shorts that only cover the thighs and buttocks. Calm down, calm down.

  A middle-aged woman with a smile all over her face walked over, took one look and saw it was a man, her expression changed in surprise, then immediately put on a professional smile, saying: "Sir, are you here to send someone off?"

  Yi Han nodded, "Boss lady, the things here are different from what I've seen before".

  The woman smiled and said, "Young master, you don't know that these styles are only found in the Jiangnan region. In the northwest, the women often appear in public dressed like this, so we imitate them. However, they use coarse cloth, while ours are made from high-quality materials, with fine workmanship. When worn on the body, it's unexpectedly comfortable. At first, when these styles just appeared, many young ladies didn't quite accept them, but after trying them out, no one buys those ordinary styles anymore."

  Yi Han listened with a smile on his face and happily picked out over a dozen spicy dishes.

  "Sir, how many of your lady friends are you planning to give this to?"

  Yi Han smiled and said: "This good thing is prepared for no trouble, taking a few more pieces is fine, anyway I have plenty of money".

  The woman took out a package and wrapped up the things Yi Han had chosen, Yi Han walked out of the inner room, and conveniently picked out a fitting shirt for himself, walked out of the clothing store, and strolled around for a while, the sky gradually darkened.

  Back at the inn, I had a full meal, took a bath, changed into new clothes, and then went out, heading in the direction of Qinhuai Flower Festival.